10-10-2018, 05:55 PM
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For awhile, Stryker had been tuning out the sound of ruckus from a ways away, hoping it'd stop eventually. After all, it was probably another Pittian fool with a stick up their ass and a generic smug expression on their lips, hoping that their 'oh-so-edgy' plan went correctly. Pitiful as usual. As time went on though, the lion felt himself bubbling up inside. If he said he wasn't curious about the supposed splashes and annoying clanks that were happening on their border, then he'd be lying. With time on his hands (more like he didn't care about his own tasks), the lion dropped what he was doing and rerouted himself. This outta be interesting...
Upon approaching, he found himself to be chortling to himself. Now if this wasn't petty, Stryker didn't know what was, especially since this was his level of cockyness. Little inconviences were his thing. They built up over time. Though, with the Pitt in a tight spot with the Typhoon, he expected a rebellion... but not trash across his border. Oh well. He had to deal with what he got. At least this one wasn't trying to steal back Goldenluxury. Annoying pricks.
"Hey," he snapped loudly as he grew closer. "Pompous pirate!" Hoping the Typhoon pirate would pause in his step and look in his direction, the lion would point an outreached claw in his direction. "Yeah, you." Head craning to the side and slitted eyes narrowed, Stryker paced himself even closer to show off his massive size and threatening stature. Even so, he didn't necessarily care about that. He was here to have a good time and get the attention, along with the adrenaline-filled thrill, he craved.
A sly smile grew on his maw. "Something fishy is going on here..." Clicking his split tongue on the top of his mouth, signaling his discontent, he continued on. Despite his unwelcome manner towards the islander, Stryker hoped Marcellus caught his pun nevertheless. "What motivating you to do such a thing and who are you?"
For awhile, Stryker had been tuning out the sound of ruckus from a ways away, hoping it'd stop eventually. After all, it was probably another Pittian fool with a stick up their ass and a generic smug expression on their lips, hoping that their 'oh-so-edgy' plan went correctly. Pitiful as usual. As time went on though, the lion felt himself bubbling up inside. If he said he wasn't curious about the supposed splashes and annoying clanks that were happening on their border, then he'd be lying. With time on his hands (more like he didn't care about his own tasks), the lion dropped what he was doing and rerouted himself. This outta be interesting...
Upon approaching, he found himself to be chortling to himself. Now if this wasn't petty, Stryker didn't know what was, especially since this was his level of cockyness. Little inconviences were his thing. They built up over time. Though, with the Pitt in a tight spot with the Typhoon, he expected a rebellion... but not trash across his border. Oh well. He had to deal with what he got. At least this one wasn't trying to steal back Goldenluxury. Annoying pricks.
"Hey," he snapped loudly as he grew closer. "Pompous pirate!" Hoping the Typhoon pirate would pause in his step and look in his direction, the lion would point an outreached claw in his direction. "Yeah, you." Head craning to the side and slitted eyes narrowed, Stryker paced himself even closer to show off his massive size and threatening stature. Even so, he didn't necessarily care about that. He was here to have a good time and get the attention, along with the adrenaline-filled thrill, he craved.
A sly smile grew on his maw. "Something fishy is going on here..." Clicking his split tongue on the top of his mouth, signaling his discontent, he continued on. Despite his unwelcome manner towards the islander, Stryker hoped Marcellus caught his pun nevertheless. "What motivating you to do such a thing and who are you?"